American Slang

We are graffiti on a subway train. Two hands, the shape of a heart. Lyrics on a Coca-Cola classic can. The promises whispered in the dark. We are Hemingway in a dive bar. I love you in a dead language. Progress running through them telephone wires. Sneakers hanging by the laces. We are the back roads, dirty water, Soul banks. From the city to the country, Doing our thing. Our way, we say things. How we gonna say? Freedom of our range. We are born and raised on American slang. Born and raised on American slang, Yeah. We are vampires on Hollywood Boulevard. Angels and sinners of our hometown streets. An autobiography in a sleeve tattoo. All broken hearts that still beat. We are the back roads, dirty water, Soul banks. From the city to the country, Doing our thing. Our way, we say things. How we gonna say? Freedom of our range. We are born and raised on American slang. Born and raised on American slang, Yeah. She was Marilyn in a Daisy Duke. He was Dean then DiCaprio. Neon turned into LED, and the lost boys all Came home singing. We are the back roads, dirty water, Soul banks. From the city to the country, doing our thing. Our way, we say things. How we gonna say? Freedom of our range. We are born and raised on American slang. We are the back roads, dirty water, Soul banks. From the city to the country, Doing our thing. Our way, we say things. How we gonna say? Freedom of our range. We are born and raised on American slang. Born and raised on American slang.